Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The

Hee That Hath A Wife And Children Wants Not Businesse.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Cruelty Is More Cruell, If We Defer The Pain.

The Fault Is As Great As Hee That Is Faulty.

Hast Comes Not Alone.